[Intro]
Likkle T: Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha) [Hook: Nines]
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters' hearts drop
Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy
When I come through I'm looking like some new money
[Chorus: Jay Midge] x4
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year [Verse 1: Nines]
Uh, Ice City taking flight
That's why n***as that I barely know be claiming that we're tight
How I get more off Ammi then they're making off of light
Them man'll come like Andy Cole the way they're playing with the white
I had LV's on my feet, you was in some Puma's
Selling food to the consumers, now my room look like a j**elers
The world's gone crazy, everybody wanna be ballers
Could of put him on, but he got a problem taking orders
Now I got most the city feeling me
Got my money straight so, I ain't gotta put up with this industry
But if I blow then guarantee that'll put on all my n***as
Had the whole block eating from the look-outs to the hitters
I'm a legend on the street, I make sure everybody eats
Giuseppe's on my feet, the mandem get those every week
The streets show us love cause there ain't too many real about
I woke up this morning pissed off cause it was still a drought [Hook: Nines]
I came through in that hard top
I saw them haters' hearts drop
Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy
When I come through I'm looking like some new money [Chorus: Jay Midge] x4
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year [Verse 2: Nines]
I told my chick I don't need the stress
Got old money and I got P that's fresh
Plus the Ammi packs and a b's the best
My plug had 20 bricks, he gave me a key to test
Told em I ain't got insomnia but I need a rest
Now they actin' funny
Me, Jamal, court side watching Andy Murray
After that went back to the block, n***as hand me money
Now my chick saying that she steppin'
Says I only care about myself n' I'm a player like Beckham
n***as violate the ting, know I'll spray them in a second
If I had a record deal I still ain't laying down my weapon (pussies)
Little n***as think you're trapstars cah you flipped a box
I'm bout to whip up so much yay
I need The Wicked Witch's pot
I'm strapped, I ain't taking a chance
So tell them labels I don't need an advance
I'm in the crop house feeding these plants
Since year 9 I always know I'd be shining
Like Bart Simpson cah' after school I was grindin' [Hook: Nines]
I came through in that hard top
I saw them haters' hearts drop
Oh you mad cause your crew's bummy
When I come through I'm looking like some new money [Chorus: Jay Midge] x4
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers' trapper of the year